Hey people, seems my reminiscing yesterday was a hit. I almost made my mom cry. Yeah! Jokes. Well today is different. I demand your attention while I protest the two major injustices that are troubling my already fragile mind. Canadian Blood Services and Mistakes.

Canadian Blood Services: WHY CAN'T I FREAKING DONATE MY BLOOD??? I hate it when I take the time to go down to the clinic, wait, get poked, wait some more, answer some stupid boring questions, wait a little longer, and then get rejected because I had a freaking vacation to Costa Rica! Do I really look like I have malaria? I sure know I don't. Why did I get singled out because I had a little canoeing trip on the Rio Frio?? Everyone assumes that the guy leaving the little booth without donating is leaving because he had to check yes to having anal intercourse in the last 6-9 months. I got stared, sneered, and snickered at as I tucked my tail and limped shamefully out of the room. I think they were just jealous. But I have to wait a year!!! I can barely make a habit out of this when I'm told to wait for 50 days. WTF?? They think they'll see me again next January?? Pfft, good luck.

Mistakes: Everybody makes them...why can't I? I made a few minor mistakes at work the last two days and I get yelled at in a way that would make Chris cry. Did my boss never make a mistake? I think I'm still in school for this exact reason. So I can LEARN and REMEMBER and not make the same mistake AGAIN!!! So what do I want to say when I'm told that I should be fired for something like this...BACK THE F#@& OFF!! As I said before I'm in a fragile state! I think I need to start yoga, something to calm my nerves. Or maybe alcohol! A few pick-me-ups during the day should keep me nice and mellow. Where did I pack my flask? Aughh, I just find it so aggravating sometimes. I'm honestly trying my best. I don't get up in the morning and think "How can I give my boss a heart attack today?" In fact I've noticed in the morning that I don't think much at all. Sometimes I'm surprised to wake up and be in my chair at work and wondering how I got there. It's like I never left the place...more aggravation. One more venting period...
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There....sigh....I can hear the birds again. The wind gently brushes my cheek and the sun, the beautiful sun, shines down upon me in all its glory. Life is good people!

(Really I'm not psychotic....shut up b@#*&...f#@& off ho...your momma...I'M GONNA KICK YOUR ASS...BRING IT!!)
...and so is the passing of Mike...and Mike